Of course she doesn’t procrastinate as much as me.

Of course she doesn’t procrastinate as much as me.

Tumble me down

Throw off the shackles

Watch as limbless logs

Slide down a slope

Into waiting water

It was an illusion

Of freedom

A reckless wilderness

Even as trees soar high

Sweeping the arc

Of a Bessemer sky

They are attacked

From below

Holed beneath the water line

A death sentence

For wooden ships

Shiver with the timber

As it slides

In an ocean

Of frozen water

Never breathe

As proud trees topple

Keeping your feet

On an icy day

When the wind howls

The clothes you wear

More suited

To the sunshine

Is not Swan lake

We take our chances

Conferring trust

On instinct

Wolves only attack

When they are hungry

Trees never fall

In silence

My weakness

Is to believe

You care as much as I do

About a man in blue jeans

Jumping from one log to another

As the river flows

Will he fall

Nobody knows

Silent trees never tell.